Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Alone On A Blimp ❯ The Conversation ( Chapter 1 )

Priestess: To be entirely truthful, this fic is just a pointless little thing I thought up after seeing the conversation between Isis and Mariku. T_T He's so mean to her! Now, since this is going to be fairly long, lets just say Mariku went up to speak to Isis about Rishid as soon as the others were gone.

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A lithe young woman named Isis Ishtaruu gazed out the small, round window of the blimp-though I can't say there was much to see. She sat like a sculpture of a goddess, her white skirts draped elegantly around her slim legs. Her face was calm, betraying none of her inner suffering.

`My brother must be saved from the evil that is controlling him.'

A deep, cruel chuckle distracted her from her thoughts.

She glanced up. "It's you."

Unlike her face, her voice had emotion behind it, but it wasn't decipherable emotion. More simply-it was entirely impossible to tell what she was thinking as she stared right into a pair of deep, glinting eyes.

"Yes, and I've come to get some vital information from you regarding your friend, Rishid. What have you done with him?"

She stood up. "Nothing."

Her regal air and graceful posture just made her seem more like a goddess. The man gazing at her noted this.

"I can see through your lies."

"It's true."

"Rishid has the power to stop me, so you're protecting him!"

Her black-lashed sapphire eyes narrowed, her shapely mouth hardened. Her voice was hardened as well as she retorted, "even if I was, Mariku, you're the last person I would tell."

A smirk quirked the side of his mouth at her boundless courage. "Huh. Care to reconsider those words?" He lifted a gold staff in his bangled arms-lean, wiry, muscular arms, with veins showing through the tight skin. The staff was topped with a ball that had an unusual Egyptian eye on it, and seemed to have wings-axe shaped wings. "Or not?"

Isis gasped and stepped back, her hand hovering inches from her neck, her deep blue eyes wide with fear as he continued. "Without your Millennium Necklace you're helpless."

He took a step closer.

"Were you foolish enough to lose the one thing that could have rescued you from me? Not only did your Millennium Necklace allow you to see the future, it also shielded you from my shadow magic."

He took one step forward and lifted the Rod to her neck, the very top brushing against her cheek. "So are you going to tell me where you hid Rishid, or shall I send you to the Shadow Realm?"

A single drop of sweat slid down her temple as she gazed at the Rod's axe-like wings. Mariku smirked, noting how fragile she seemed, standing there at his mercy, but still stubborn as ever. "Well now, is that fear I see in your eyes?" A strange thing happened to his own eyes, an unusual transition which only came about when he was very excited. "I must say I like this side of you!"

Then, to her immense surprise-disbelief, even-he lowered the Rod and turned, beginning to stride away. "Now then, I have a tournament to win, so I'll deal with you later."

Isis was surprised. Why hadn't he done it right then? As he said, she was helpless, it wouldn't have taken much time-considering that they were the only conscious ones on the blimp. Maybe he just wanted to draw out her suffering. It was certainly the kind of thing he would do.

Almost as if sensing her thoughts-which was actually possible-he turned his head to glance at her. "Once I win this tournament, I'm coming back-to finish our conversation, Isis. So I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you," he said in a tone which made her clench her fists, furious.

"For once I require the two remaining Egyptian god cards and the Millennium Puzzle, I'll focus my attention on banishing you and that fool Rishid to the Shadows." He finished, before opening the door to her room and beginning his exit.

But first, he seemed to decide he still had more to say-"I must say it's been lovely chatting with you, sister. And I'm looking forward to spending more time with you in the days to come."

And just before the door shut in her face, two unexpected words fell like sighs from Isis's lips-words filled with her spite and-for lack of better word-extreme dislike.

"Good day."